no1

I got bolts in my neck, a flattop head
I'm eight feet tall and I'm back from the dead
Y'see I can break rappers down to tears
'cause I've been monster rappin' for a hundred years
They all light up the torches,
chase me through the town
(Pickett: Get down, Frankie)
They do everything to try to track me down
But they can't keep up; they can't compete
'cause I've got the rap with the monster beat
Y'see North, East, West and South
I'm the cat they call 'Monster Mouth'
When I start to rap, I control the room
I can get the werewolves howlin' at the moon
Y'see, I'm and big and bad, scarred and mean
I'm the cool range howla Dr. Frankensteen
I said rap, bap, another zap! (BZZZZT!)
Can't stop the rappin' now...

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